The Were CEO’s Secret

Chapter Thirty-One – Their connection.

Stephanie knew how it felt to feel alone. To feel like you’re all you got and if you don’t do what you’re supposed to do, you risk everything.

So you do it, even if it’s the hardest thing to do. She never spoke of it because she got saved, but she knew people who never got saved.

She woke up from another dream episode with the dead girl. It always came around her birthday month like it was haunting her.

She still had no clue who the girl was and it made her scared, especially as different things had threatened her life last week.

She felt vulnerable like how she felt while at the orphanage, and she could feel that vulnerability encircling her again as she couldn’t save the girl.

Remembering the girl had the same scar as Nathan made her more alarmed. She never wanted to share her dream or her story with him.

He was becoming a closer person in her life, and if he was really a different specie to the werewolves then he’d need her help to stay hidden.

If his species were wiped out then not even his Alpha sister could protect him if he gets caught but somehow she could summon his inner self to help him.

At least, that was what he told her. She was yet to understand what part of her would do the summoning and why it does the summoning.

Was there something supernatural to her too? She never thought of the possibilities.

Her mother knocked on her room door. “Stephanie, dear! Your boss is here to pick you up. Do you have a headache?”

She sluggishly came down from bed and knelt down to say her prayers. “No, mom, I’m okay. Just tell him to wait twenty minutes.”

“Oh, okay. I thought you guys have tons of things to do, he doesn’t mind though. He had told me to let you sleep. Such a sweet guy.”

Stephanie rolled her eyes. She rushed her preparations and ran down the stairs to the dining table.

She grabbed Macy’s pancake on her plate and sped out the door, not wanting to keep Nathan waiting as she had used forty minutes instead of twenty, to get ready. “Bye guys.”

“Does she know I’m in here?” She heard Nathan ask from inside her house.

She groaned, walking back in. “Boss, good morning. Let’s go.”

Nathan dropped his mouth, cringing. “Boss? After all we’ve been through together?”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Awww.” Macy cooed and smirked. “You call your friend Boss? Cos of work or…?”

Stephanie eyed both of them. “Fine. Nathan, can we go now? Let’s not keep your tall handsome body guard and cool driver Whistle waiting.”

Nathan rose from his chair, he gave Macy the game console and headed to the door. “I don’t have a bodyguard anymore. You know I don’t need him.”

Stephanie shrugged.

“And I can drive myself.” Nathan opened the driver’s seat and got in.

Stephanie halted her steps. “You’re driving?”

Nathan looked at himself at the driver’s seat “What else does it look like I’m doing?”

“Okay, I’m dead.”

The ride to the office wasn’t as bad as Stephanie expected and Nathan had sang to his music more than he spoke with her.

She was grateful, he also had a better music taste than her other male friends. Scratch that.

She didn’t have any other male friends. It was scaring her how Nathan became classified as ‘male friend’ within the events of last week.

“Thanks, I’d be at my office.” She made a bow and marched towards her office.

She met Garcia coming from an elevator so she walked faster not wanting to spare her a talk.

The bitch was yet to apologize for drugging her but when she thought hard on it, it was better they stayed in bad terms rather than faking to be in good terms.

Garcia frowned seeing her but her face was laced with a smile when she sighted Nathan coming in, as well. Her mind did cross on why they came in to gather but she brushed it off.

“I’ve been visiting you but I’ve been told you’re at the hospital. Was it an aftereffects of your convulsion, last time?” She rubbed his hair.

Nathan smiled. “No, it wasn’t. Someone drugged the coffee dispenser and I had a very serious stomach ache. But I’m okay.”

Garcia squeezed her eyes shut, pinching her nose. “I bet the person didn’t have you in mind when drugging though.”

Nathan dropped her hands from his head. “But it’d be better if that person stops drugging things at all.”

Garcia nodded, getting the message. Nathan left her afterwards. He met Stephanie sitting at the only chair in her already empty office.

“Where did my office go? Bring it back! I don’t want to stay upstairs with you.” She grumbled.

Nathan walked in, closing the door. Stephanie became conscious as only both of them where in the small and empty room, all alone.

“I personally took your things there and left this chair because I didn’t think it fits the aesthetics of your office.” He asserted.

“You changed the aesthetics?”

“Yeah, Macy told me you like black and pink. Do you like BlackPink too? Like the singers? I do.” He put his hands in his pocket.

Stephanie smirked, getting up from the chair. “You are trying so hard to be in my good part? I wonder what you want in return?”

Nathan was taken aback. Why was she being direct? He was only being nice and protective for Keon’s sake and the fact she was his secretary and maybe for other reasons, pure.

“Don’t get me wrong but you know my secret, so yes, I hope I am in your good part.” Nathan shrugged.

Stephanie smiled. Was he making her feel good that she knew? It had actually been haunting, along with his possible connection with the dead girl.

“I never asked but how’d you get that sexy scar on your neck?” she touched a side of her own neck to imply where it was.

Nathan absentmindedly touched his scar. But did she use sexy on him? She was really being direct? Or was this her usual self with people she felt comfortable with? Was he overthinking?

He pushed the thoughts aside and answered, “I was bullied as a kid, but I survived. That’s the reminder.”

“At an orphanage?” She asked again.

Nathan tilted his head. Did she know something?

“Yeah, I was bullied there. Some boys were really sad I got all the girls.” He said casually.

Stephanie wanted to ask another question but swallowed it down. “I doubt you still talked to the girls after getting that scar, right?”

“Nah, they came to me even. Girls dig scars. You just called mine ‘sexy’, didn’t you?” he received a hit on his arm.

“I didn’t mean it that way! Jerk!” she chuckled, leaving the room.

Nathan felt proud. He made her laugh and got a playful hit on the arm. That was progress.